17 days straight without a day off…  Yes seventeen.  W. T. F?!?!  Yeah I know right?

All this running around and waiting is making me impatient and more then a little crazy.  Today of course being the yuckiest of all.  My day started at 6am then finished off at 10:30pm.  With a lovely hour & a half lull in between, which was largely spent on the smelly metro shuttling my ass back from one job to the next.  I was supposed to finish at 11 but by the grace of God it wasn\’t busy so I left early.  Holy christ my feet feel as if they\’re going to fall off my body.

I\’m limiting my availability at COC next week so I can catch a break (in spite of the fact that I didn\’t work at all during the week there this week) and there\’s NO damn way I\’m working next weekend.  Its bad enough that I have to spend 8 freaking hours of my day at a infant CPR/First aid/home safety training course because working in the daycare requires it on Sunday.  Dear God I better get to keep this job!  I did however get my birth certificate YAY! That however is a whole other nightmare unto itself.  Saturday is MINE!  ALL MINE!

I\’ll slow down once everything checks out, in the meantime I have to whore myself out to both jobs until I am damn sure I have secured employment at the daycare.  Then I can work at COC when I feel like it for extra tattoo, Visa bill paying money.  If I never update my blog again its because I dropped dead from exhaustion somewhere along the line.

Just sayin…